I'm sorry you love me
Imai sighed and leaned back in the booth. He had a beer bottle between his hands and he was running it back and forth between his palms. he looked up at the tiny old t.v. screen above the bar and half ass noticed the game on. He shook his head and motioned for the bar tender to keep the beer coming.
"Hey." Imai scowled as the voice spoke form behind him He ignored it and finished taking off his bow tie. "Imai how many of those have you had?"
"not nearly enough."Imai said tossing the bow tie into the trash behind the bar and looking over his shoulder. "what the fuck are you doing here?" he eyed the tall dark man with the long hair standing awkwardly behind him. "shouldn't you be on your way back, don't you have work in the morning?"
"I'm thinking of quitting." Atsushi slid onto the stool next to Imai and ignored it when Imai cussed and shifted away from him. "Nothing for me t here really."
"bull shit!" Imai spat out. 'You have your mom, and what's his face." he gestured back behind Atsushi at nothing. He glanced around. What his face wasn't there. What's his face was ALWAYS there, hovering in the back and staring at imai when Atushi was around.
"you mean Yashahiro." Atushi said softly as he started to peel the paper off the bottle.
"Yeah that guy." imai agreed and went back to his beer. "Look I'm fine.: he smirked and looked down at the bottle. "I plan to get drunk, wonder out back and pass out. All perfectly reasonable for a man that got dumped at the alter on his wedding day right?" he looked up at the bartender and watched as the man slid him another beer.
"On the house." the bartender said. " you know your tab is on the house."
"Hey I dont need your charity.! "Imai said staggering to his feet and surprising both Atsushi and the bartender. "I can pay my own fucking tab." Imai slammed some money down on the bar and turned to leave. "Both of you fuck off and die."
There were a few gasps from others around the bar, but imai ignored them as he pushed out of the bar, the little curtian falling down after him as he stalked down the sidewalk.
"okay I get that you are fucking pissed about the wedding." Atsushi panted trying to catch up, when Imai was pissed, he almost walked twice as fast as normal. " But why the fuck are you pissed at me."
"god damn it Atsushi." Imai stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and looked at the man. "I know this is hard to get your god damned head around. But everything isn't about you."
He knew he had wounded ATsushi with those words. The look his face let him know that he had missed what the man had been trying to say. "I don't have the energy to try and figured out what the hell happened and sooth your ego."
Imai looked at his one time best friend and just felt lost. one more thing that was gone form his life. He reached down somewhere. IT was a place he kept for Atsushi, and pulled out one of those smiles he used whenever the man needed encouragement to do something that was good for him but would hurt Imai. He had used it alot in the past few years.
"Go on back to what's his face." he said. "I'm going to go one and sleep this shit off. I'll call you later okay."
He turned and started to walk again when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder and he paused. looking up at Atushi.
"yashahiro." Atsushi corrected. "He has already gone back, we kind of broke up."
Imai blinked at Atsushi and shook his head, sighing he ran his hand up over his face and shook his head. "Why Sakurai, surely you didn't see how fucking awesome it felt to be dumped and decide you want to be part of the pity party. "
"I didn't break up with him, he did with me." Atsushi said watcing Imai and ignoreing the smile that was still aimed his way. "He just said he couldn't wait around any more and kind of left. I wasn't really paying attention."
"you weren't paying attention?" Imai said with a sigh and shook his head. "you got dumped and you weren't paying attention." imai could reciet every word Kim said as she left. She pulled him in the back and he watched as she cried. But really nothing she said made sense. He just knew she was leaving and wsn't coming back.
"Look take a few days and call him back, maybe you guys can work it out." Imai shook his head. "You can crash at my apartment and help me clean out a few things." The smaller man started to walk down the side walk, his heart hurting and his mind fuzzy, pretty sure that the other man was following.
"Imai. " atsushi started to speak. "Imai I'm sorry.'
"Not about you Atsushi." imai said softly, even though he was pretty sure that Atsushi's name had come up when Kim was crying and he was trying to pretend it hadn't.
"Hey." Imai scowled as the voice spoke form behind him He ignored it and finished taking off his bow tie. "Imai how many of those have you had?"
"not nearly enough."Imai said tossing the bow tie into the trash behind the bar and looking over his shoulder. "what the fuck are you doing here?" he eyed the tall dark man with the long hair standing awkwardly behind him. "shouldn't you be on your way back, don't you have work in the morning?"
"I'm thinking of quitting." Atsushi slid onto the stool next to Imai and ignored it when Imai cussed and shifted away from him. "Nothing for me t here really."
"bull shit!" Imai spat out. 'You have your mom, and what's his face." he gestured back behind Atsushi at nothing. He glanced around. What his face wasn't there. What's his face was ALWAYS there, hovering in the back and staring at imai when Atushi was around.
"you mean Yashahiro." Atushi said softly as he started to peel the paper off the bottle.
"Yeah that guy." imai agreed and went back to his beer. "Look I'm fine.: he smirked and looked down at the bottle. "I plan to get drunk, wonder out back and pass out. All perfectly reasonable for a man that got dumped at the alter on his wedding day right?" he looked up at the bartender and watched as the man slid him another beer.
"On the house." the bartender said. " you know your tab is on the house."
"Hey I dont need your charity.! "Imai said staggering to his feet and surprising both Atsushi and the bartender. "I can pay my own fucking tab." Imai slammed some money down on the bar and turned to leave. "Both of you fuck off and die."
There were a few gasps from others around the bar, but imai ignored them as he pushed out of the bar, the little curtian falling down after him as he stalked down the sidewalk.
"okay I get that you are fucking pissed about the wedding." Atsushi panted trying to catch up, when Imai was pissed, he almost walked twice as fast as normal. " But why the fuck are you pissed at me."
"god damn it Atsushi." Imai stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and looked at the man. "I know this is hard to get your god damned head around. But everything isn't about you."
He knew he had wounded ATsushi with those words. The look his face let him know that he had missed what the man had been trying to say. "I don't have the energy to try and figured out what the hell happened and sooth your ego."
Imai looked at his one time best friend and just felt lost. one more thing that was gone form his life. He reached down somewhere. IT was a place he kept for Atsushi, and pulled out one of those smiles he used whenever the man needed encouragement to do something that was good for him but would hurt Imai. He had used it alot in the past few years.
"Go on back to what's his face." he said. "I'm going to go one and sleep this shit off. I'll call you later okay."
He turned and started to walk again when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder and he paused. looking up at Atushi.
"yashahiro." Atsushi corrected. "He has already gone back, we kind of broke up."
Imai blinked at Atsushi and shook his head, sighing he ran his hand up over his face and shook his head. "Why Sakurai, surely you didn't see how fucking awesome it felt to be dumped and decide you want to be part of the pity party. "
"I didn't break up with him, he did with me." Atsushi said watcing Imai and ignoreing the smile that was still aimed his way. "He just said he couldn't wait around any more and kind of left. I wasn't really paying attention."
"you weren't paying attention?" Imai said with a sigh and shook his head. "you got dumped and you weren't paying attention." imai could reciet every word Kim said as she left. She pulled him in the back and he watched as she cried. But really nothing she said made sense. He just knew she was leaving and wsn't coming back.
"Look take a few days and call him back, maybe you guys can work it out." Imai shook his head. "You can crash at my apartment and help me clean out a few things." The smaller man started to walk down the side walk, his heart hurting and his mind fuzzy, pretty sure that the other man was following.
"Imai. " atsushi started to speak. "Imai I'm sorry.'
"Not about you Atsushi." imai said softly, even though he was pretty sure that Atsushi's name had come up when Kim was crying and he was trying to pretend it hadn't.